Page 66 of Viparious

“She was his last weakness, I had to fix that bec?—”

Vlad freezes, his brows slowly coming together and then hellfire overtaking him as he calmly confirms whatever the fuck they’re talking about.

“You opened the window.”

His voice is low, and it’s not a question. But Len pales, realizing his tongue got away from him. His hold on my hair loosens, and the devil would run from the look in Vlad’s eyes. He flicks to me, then looks back to his father. I don’t know how I know to move, but his finger taps in a different pattern when he moves his feet, and I push away at the same time as he charges his father and screams with gut-wrenching pain ripping through him.

“YOU OPENED THE FUCKING WINDOW!”

I land on my ass as I struggle to draw in a breath. But he keeps repeating the same thing regarding a window. Len can’t fight back, and I can’t move as he turns animalistic in his rage.

Len’s fingers bleach deathly white from the force of Vlad’s fully inked hands wrapping around them, keeping the lighter in place. He drives his head forward into his fathers and I can’t look away.

I’ve watched documentaries about animals in the wild fighting for survival, and this is no different. Vlad’s chest rapidly inflates, his breathing harsher, as he breaks his father’s fingers and ignores the blood staining his skin. His teeth come out, latching onto Len’s cheek and I’m frozen in place as a muted scream echoes around the room.

Vlad’s bite is forceful enough to part the skin and he doesn’t stop. He gets bigger with his rage, more violent than he’s ever been. While I freeze half in fear for him and half in awe of his strength.

1 Daughter-in-law

2 The next generation

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Vlad

He opened the window.

He killed Vanya.

This is all his fault.

I can’t focus on anything. There is no sound, sight, or smell. Just the motherfucker who killed her. Grabbing Len’s wrist holding the lighter, I crush his fist around the object, making sure it stays closed.He won’t take anyone else from me. He won’t burn my fucking wife and child.

He killed her.

It’s repeating like a chant in my head, bouncing off my skull and muting the bones crushing.

My Vanya, solnyshkuh, with her big, beautiful eyes and how she’d always smile at me when I came home. But he fucking stole her.

Once his hand is immovable and the metal hits the floor with a wet thud, I release every ounce of anger from the two decades of mourning I’ve been put through.

“You took her from me!”

There’s a noise, but I don’t give a fuck, he won’t fucking survive. Blood drips from my chin, racing down my neck, and it coating my teeth, for the second time in my fucking life. I feel all the heartache resurface as I continue driving my fist forward.

My soul was ripped from my fucking body.

But I didn’t do it, I didn’t kill her. It’s still my fault because I should have stayed home.

I hold his throat with one hand and my fist doesn’t stop meeting his face.

Not when it’s bloody.

Not when his bones break.

Not when it turns to squelching.

The sick cunt drops to the floor lifeless, but I can’t stop. He needs to feel everything. Be cut apart and have his fucking heart torn from him. It still wouldn’t be enough because he stole her. He stole my solnyshkuh when I did everything he wanted. I gave him everything and he fucking killed her.

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